A telephoto lens and excessive cropping
can make small things far away appear to be near
and the flat space makes gaps between things disappear.
Cars parked in a lot are far from sparrows hopping
on bushes in the sun, farther from me stopping
to photograph reality that looks so clear,
that doesn’t look like a metaphor space to fear.
But when gaps disappear and space flattens, chopping
reality into planes where nothing is plain,
the sunlight is still light and shadows are still dark.
If all the birds vanished, parking lots would remain.
Things happen far away then again in our brain.
Are birds singing, or did a car pull up and park?
Photographers, lost between things, try to explain.
can make small things far away appear to be near
and the flat space makes gaps between things disappear.
Cars parked in a lot are far from sparrows hopping
on bushes in the sun, farther from me stopping
to photograph reality that looks so clear,
that doesn’t look like a metaphor space to fear.
But when gaps disappear and space flattens, chopping
reality into planes where nothing is plain,
the sunlight is still light and shadows are still dark.
If all the birds vanished, parking lots would remain.
Things happen far away then again in our brain.
Are birds singing, or did a car pull up and park?
Photographers, lost between things, try to explain.
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Hot Red Earth, Cold Blue Jazz
Pretty Crates Above Train Tracks
Is This A Junkyard Church
The Optimum Expressive Moment Of Time And Place
Equally And As Hopelessly Lost
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